The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun printed on parallel pages from the Cottonian and Wemyss mss., with the variants of the other texts: Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by F. J. Amours |
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 | CHAPTER XLIII. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun |  |
CHAPTER XLIII.
Off þe fell tyrand Falaryne
That vsit ay innocentis to pyne.
That vsit ay innocentis to pyne.
Falaryne of Saȝill þan
Wes in his dedis a felloune man;
The Angrigentynis halely
He vndid þaim rycht fellonly.
Angrigent wes a regioun
Famouss and of gret renoune
Within þe se in till ane ile
Thare is þe kinrik of Seȝill.
This Falaryne wes of dedis fell,
Off his entent huge cruell;
Till him wes indiffere[n]t
Culpable in payne and innocent;
For ay in a delite wes he
Men pvnyst wiþ panys for to se,
And for to se thare countynance
That þai wald mak in thare pennance
He euer in to þis liking stude.
Sa neire him by wes a smyþ gud,
Perillus callit; within his land
The smyth ay duelt his craft vsand,
And set alhaill his deligens
Till haue had þe benevolens
Off þis tyrand, that wes ware
To wyne na tyme all out be fere,
And now seire lordis of renovne
Ar commone of condicioun.
This smyth þat kend of þis tyrand
Quhat thing till him wes plesand,
Maid and forgit a bull of brass,
That large and holl within was,
And sa rowme within wes it
That a man vprycht mycht sit
Within, for it wes maid sa wyde,
With a dure opinnand at þe syde,
Ordanit all for thare entre
That within suld pvnist be,
And first to be lokit without,
And a gret fyre maid about
Suld ger þaim pynit within raire
Rycht as a nolt, quhat man he ware.
This lome he maid apone þis wiss,
Polist faire and rycht fetiss;
This smyþ it brocht vnto presand
To this wickit tyrand
Falaryne, that all about
Saw it weill baith in and out,
And gert him all þe faltis mend
That mycht be sene in it or kend;
Syne gert this ilk smyth in ga
To preif the lenth and breid alsa,
And gert syne steik the dure without,
And kyndillit fyre it all about
Off thornys and of schydis gret;
And quhen the smyþ within fled het
Pynand him ay mare and mare,
Off neid behuffit him to rare
Sa þat he like wes in it to rout
In his ded thraw till a nowt;
The fyre outwith kyndillit sa fast
Till þe smyþ inwith at þe last
With panys strang, without remeid,
Within his handwork wes dede;
Sa causs and mater baith gaif he
Till his deid and his cruelte;
And þis tyrand, the story sais,
With pynis endit his last dais.
Wes in his dedis a felloune man;
The Angrigentynis halely
He vndid þaim rycht fellonly.
Angrigent wes a regioun
Famouss and of gret renoune
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Thare is þe kinrik of Seȝill.
This Falaryne wes of dedis fell,
Off his entent huge cruell;
Till him wes indiffere[n]t
Culpable in payne and innocent;
For ay in a delite wes he
Men pvnyst wiþ panys for to se,
And for to se thare countynance
That þai wald mak in thare pennance
He euer in to þis liking stude.
Sa neire him by wes a smyþ gud,
Perillus callit; within his land
The smyth ay duelt his craft vsand,
And set alhaill his deligens
Till haue had þe benevolens
Off þis tyrand, that wes ware
To wyne na tyme all out be fere,
And now seire lordis of renovne
Ar commone of condicioun.
This smyth þat kend of þis tyrand
Quhat thing till him wes plesand,
Maid and forgit a bull of brass,
That large and holl within was,
And sa rowme within wes it
That a man vprycht mycht sit
Within, for it wes maid sa wyde,
With a dure opinnand at þe syde,
Ordanit all for thare entre
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And first to be lokit without,
And a gret fyre maid about
Suld ger þaim pynit within raire
Rycht as a nolt, quhat man he ware.
This lome he maid apone þis wiss,
Polist faire and rycht fetiss;
This smyþ it brocht vnto presand
To this wickit tyrand
Falaryne, that all about
Saw it weill baith in and out,
And gert him all þe faltis mend
That mycht be sene in it or kend;
Syne gert this ilk smyth in ga
To preif the lenth and breid alsa,
And gert syne steik the dure without,
And kyndillit fyre it all about
Off thornys and of schydis gret;
And quhen the smyþ within fled het
Pynand him ay mare and mare,
Off neid behuffit him to rare
Sa þat he like wes in it to rout
In his ded thraw till a nowt;
The fyre outwith kyndillit sa fast
Till þe smyþ inwith at þe last
With panys strang, without remeid,
Within his handwork wes dede;
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Till his deid and his cruelte;
And þis tyrand, the story sais,
With pynis endit his last dais.
| CHAPTER XLIII. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun | |